I came across this article via AfterDRK and immediately gravitated toward the idea of wearing an item for an entire week. Well, 5 days. Sorry, I cannot commit to a full week…yet. Since I wear heels every day at work, I decided to challenge myself to wear flats. So, here’s how my week went:
Monday: I finally allowed my loafers to hit the pavement. I managed to keep them on at work in spite of my backup heels (three pairs) kept near my desk. Ha! After work, I met up with family and ran some errands. I’ll admit, I kept a pair of heels in my tote bag. Hey, baby steps! Day one= barely successful.
Tuesday: I woke up with the intent to wear flats, but my impulse almost took over as I kept my eye on these babies. Who can resist a pair of classic black pumps? I opted for my ballet flats that are unbelievably comfortable (once they’re broken in). After a trip to the mall, these flats made it to a quick stop at a café before I called it a night. Day two= a complete success.
Wednesday: I took a day off from work, but I continued my challenge by wearing these sandals all across town. I’m on the hunt for a new place, so heels are not ideal. But don’t get me wrong, I’ve done this type of search in heels before. Ha! Day three= successful.
Thursday: Back to work! Oops! I reached for my heels. I almost forgot. Coach sneakers it is! Wait! Are these considered flats? Ha! Good thing I chose sneakers over these Zara flats. I had an appointment after work and ran a little late. I couldn’t see myself running in the Zara flats. They’re cute, but they have no flexibility- stiff as a board. Day four= almost unsuccessful.
Friday: I took another day off from work (one day wasn’t enough) and spent the day in gladiator sandals (similar to these). After a trip to the hair salon, I caught up with an old friend. A late lunch and a movie to end the day. Day five= success.
Saturday: Okay, I tried to extend the challenge. But since I don’t work weekends, all bets are off. Five days is more than enough. Saturday was spent with friends who flew in/drove from various places to enjoy an annual show (my friend is a choreographer). Step Up meets Stomp the Yard. Afterwards, it was dinner and some drinks; in heels no doubt!
I thank you for making NRJS a part of your day, and I’ll see you next time!